After seeing a train station, a historical house, a university and that university’s theater, it was time to head to a seminary in Shrewsbury for the fifth cake of the day at Kenrick-Glennon Seminary. Many cakes ago, Miles James and I had also visited the other seminary that was home to Cake #62 – Concordia Seminary. We had hunted for that cake in the middle of springtime when things were just beginning to warm up and stay that way and now we were back living the seminary cake hunting life as it was just starting to feel like summertime.
In learning more about this location, I discovered that the roots of this seminary go all the way back to 1818 when members of the Vincentian Community arrived in Perryville, MO and established St. Mary’s of the Barrens Seminary, which became the first seminary west of the Mississippi River and encompassed all of the land obtained in the Louisiana Purchase plus some. In 1826 Bishop Joseph Rosati established the Diocese of St. Louis in the upper part of this territory and shared the seminary in Perryville.
In 1842 Archbishop Peter Richard Kenrick furthered Bishop Rosati’s vision and moved the students to St. Louis establishing a temporary house in Soulard. Several location changes later, in 1916 Cardinal John Glennon opened what was called the second Kenrick in Shrewsbury but is now the home of the present Kenrick-Glennon Seminary.
Over the years the seminary has gone through several renovations, the most recent of which was completed in 2013 and saw an updating and remodeling of the buildings but still a maintaining of the architectural integrity of the original buildings.
Fascinating stuff, for real.
What is also fascinating is that around this time, Miles and I, and my other cake hunting co-adventurers, would start to encounter more and more fellow cake hunting enthusiasts on our outings. For this trip in particular, Miles and I were admiring the cake – well Miles was admiring it, and I was keeping a look out for someone to run up and tell me I had parked illegally, which I hadn’t…I don’t think…- when some fellow cake hunters, a whole family, if my memory serves me, came up and asked if I wanted them to take a picture of me holding Miles by the cake. Thrown off and not prepared to say no to such a request, I said sure, and just like that, with unexpected winkle in the pattern of our cake hunt, so began an interesting turn of events in our so far surprisingly unsketchy, relatively normal cake hunting adventure.